lying           
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
     something poking  my  left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
      slithering  around  the fingers, 
          up   the   arm.           
 is   it   drug-fueled  apathy?        
         i   don't   move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it  is that's tasting me,    
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks   like    seagrass. 
         it's  kinda   cute.        
                                 
     once  it's up my  neck  and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
    the texture  is  like  that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
    and  the squish tastes like  sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's  very good.    and i    
 suck   more   of   it   in.           
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy  gone,   i  sit   up.     
     the tendrils are stuck under     
   my  shirt,    entering by the  arm 
 and  exiting through  the  collar.     
    this makes it  hard  for me to push 
 more  of   it   in   my   mouth.       
   i  make to remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests  when i try to 
 move    my     left     arm.           
     so  -  eating  it  is   ok,      
         moving  it  is not.